Already, it seems like I’ll need to change the name of the property to The Cat House on the Hill.
Yes, Modern Philosophers, the kitties are settling in, and seem to have decided that I can remain here to feed them, provide toys, rub their tummies, and pet their heads.
After a few days of not venturing too far from their sanctuary under my bed, both little monsters are very comfortable making use of the entire house.
As you can see, her teddy bear is allowed to sit up there with her, but Cali and I need to ask permission first.
Luna has proven to be a finicky eater. She will silently follow me around in the morning until I put out her wet food. She refuses to eat it when I first set it down for her, but then she eventually licks the plate clean. I just think she likes her privacy, and prefers to eat when I’m not looking.
Cali, who was definitely the shyer one, took longer to come out from under the bed. She has been making up for lost time, though. After some exploration earlier in the week that had me thinking I’d lost her, she now runs around the house at top speeds while chasing down the catnip toys that always seem to be trying to escape from her.
Cali has also decided that I should never try to sleep without her cuddled up next to me. I tried to take a nap on the couch this afternoon, and she fussed and fidgeted as she tried to find the perfect position to wedge herself in next to me. She comes up on the bed with me at night, too.
She’ll just plop down in the tiny space between the computer and my tummy. I’ve had to learn to balance the laptop on my knees if I want to get any writing done.
Both kitties are obsessed with my study. The room is closed off because it’s poorly insulated. I don’t really use it much anymore now that I have the laptop and don’t need the old computer that’s in there. I didn’t want the cats to get used to going in there since it’s way too cold in the Winter, and I have the heat vent closed to try to save money.
However, Luna followed me into the room one morning, and now they both sit outside the door waiting for reentry. There’s only a computer desk and a chair in there, so they sprint from wall to wall, sit in the windows, and act like it’s the coolest room in the house.
I don’t understand why they like the room so much, but they run around like a couple of kids set loose at a playground.
It’s been really nice having the week off to help them adjust to their new home. I know that I picked the perfect kitties for me, and I hope that they think I’m okay, too…